"Phil... I'm depressed" "Oh my god, me too! I get so down in the dumps sometimes it's ju-" "No. Phil. I have depression" "Oh." ~ triggers: -self harm (cutting) -depression + depressing thoughts -suicidal thoughts + suicide -gay slurs + other derogatory words -abuse -alcohol addiction -rape -murder ~ #144 in Fanfiction ~ completed - 25/9/16

Phil doesn't talks. Well, not anymore. The last time he said something, was when he didn't hate himself. And that was a long time ago. But now, everything is different. He must struggle with depression, whilst new boy Dan Howell desperately attempts to win him over. [Warning: this could be triggering at some points]

I breathed out, letting the air fan over his earlobe. Then I seductively whispered, "Don't be a hypocrite. You already have enough bad qualities. Prick." {or the one where Dan's a billionaire and Phil's struggling to get by} STARTED - 10/06/16 COMPLETED - 11/12/16

Hi, I'm Gabe, a 15 year old boy that lives in the middle of nowhere. I was born on a small farm in Oregon, but I moved to Los Angeles when I was 4, so I don't really know what farm life is like. My life has a little bit of a twist in it, well, not a twist exactly, more of something crazy. So you see, I was born with a tattoo, and I'm not talking about a red-outlined heart with the word "mom" in the center, this is a tribal dragon tattoo -well, at least I think it's tribal -anyway, my tattoo has a date in the center. This date is March 21,2018, which is the day before my best friend's birthday. Well, I wouldn't call her just a friend, this is a girl that I would do anything for and this mysterious girl's name is Elizabeth, "Liz" for short, but for me, when it comes to girls, I'm a little shy. I wouldn't tell anyone that, though. Besides, I can't focus on girls right now, I have to figure out this tattoo on my arm. Which is hard, because, now that we have moved to Texas, I go to a school 50 miles from where I live. I know you're thinking why, and that is because the kids in the closer school are total cowboy's, and if I had a dollar for every jerk's there was in that school, I would be as rich as Bill Gates. So, I go to Boy's and Girl's School for Geniuses. Ha ha, joking, I go to Hillside High, and that is where our journey begins.